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About Chicago

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

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Lucy finds a wardrobe. It's carved from apple wood, and decorated with fantasy art. She starts telling stories about the world it depicts. She.

I run a spa in the heart of downtown, right near Riverside Park on the banks of the Big Apple (no, not that kind, ya dig?) The river’s a real beauty, always babbling like it’s got somethin’ to say. Its banks are lined with trees that whisper secrets of the old city days. "Fool me once..." Yeah, I always think of that line from The Pianist. Roman Polanski’s film always makes me ponder life in an odd kinda way.

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